Ephram didn't sleep at all that night. There was no way he could. Joe
refused to listen to him, and wasn't returning his calls. He wanted to tell
her that it was all a mistake, that Amy had kissed him, and most of all,
that he loved her more than ever. He didn't blame her though, it was hard
enough for him to see her with Bright at school, even if they were just
friends.
****
"Ditey, get up!" Joe said, trying to get her sister to wake up. She just groaned and rolled over. "Ditey, you still haven't packed, and we're leaving tonight, so get your ass out of bed!" Joe grabbed Ditey's suit case out of the closet and placed it next to bed.
"I'm not feeling well Joe," Ditey moaned, still laying in her bed with her eyes closed.
"Bull crap Ditey, get up already," Joe said, grabbing some clothes to get dressed.
"Seriously, I really don't," Ditey replied, "I think I have an ear infection. It hurts really bad." Joe frowned and walked over to her sister. She put her hand on Ditey's forehead, and sure enough it was feverish.
"You are pretty warm," Joe said disappointed, "But you have to go tonight, I can't go to Paris alone."
"You'll have too, I need to see a doctor or something," Ditey responded.
"Ok, you can probably trade in your ticket and go after the infection clears up," Joe proposed, "But in the meantime, I'll go make you some soup."
****
Ephram had spent the whole day sulking around the house. The events of the evening before had really got to him. And the idea of spending a whole summer around Amy, who obviously had some unresolved feelings for him, was really bothering him. He wanted- no - he needed to talk to Joe. Because the thought of her being angry with him all summer, bothered him the most. He grabbed his coat, and made his way over to her house, without any second thoughts.
****
Ditey plopped down on the couch, Kleenex, and medicine in hand. Suddenly the door bell rang, which she expected Joe to get.
"Ditey, can you get that? I'm busy," Joe yelled from the back of the house.
"Yeah," Ditey shouted back, groaning the whole way to the door.
"What?" She asked, pulling the door open. It was Ephram, exactly who she expected.
"Is Joe home?" Ephram asked, raising an eyebrow at Ditey, who was clad only in her snowflake pajamas. Which was quite odd, since it was the middle of the day, in June.
"Sorry, but I have a feeling your not her favorite person right now," Ditey said leaning against the door.
"I know. That's what I came to talk to her about," Ephram nodded.
"Ephram, I'm sorry you had to waste your time, but she really doesn't want to see you," Ditey replied, "As much as I want you two to end up together, you really messed up."
"Ditey, who's th-" Joe was suddenly cut off by what she saw at the door, "What are you doing here?"
"I'll uh, leave you two alone," Ditey announced, biting her lip.
"I came to talk to you...about yesterday," Ephram said cautiously.
"Yeah, I figured that," Joe nodded.
"I know what it looked like, but Amy kissed me. I don't have any feelings for her at all," Ephram responded.
"I know," Joe said without taking her eyes off the floor, "Amy called me last night. She told me everything."
"Then you know that I want you, not her, right?," Ephram asked.
"Ephram, I love you, but this isn't going to work. A relationship can't survive without trust," Joe answered, "I'm sorry."
"What do you mean? That whole engagement thing is in the past. I don't care about that anymore. I love you, Joe, and I don't think I can go on any longer without you," Ephram said honestly.
"Don't make this any harder on me, Ephram. I don't want it to be this way, but maybe we're just not right for each other, " Joe replied, blinking the tears away, "I don't think I could stand having my heart broken again."
"But-" Ephram began, but was stopped by Joe.
"Don't," Joe finally looked him in the eye, "Goodbye Ephram." Joe shut the door, and wiped the tears away from her face. She slumped against the wall, feeling as if her heart had just broke into a million pieces. A sob escaped her lips, and she knew she has just made the biggest mistake of her life.
****
Your standing there
That look in your eye
Your looking for good ways,
To tell me goodbye
Somethin 'bout people
How they never know
They're loving somebody
And lettin' them go
Your looking for reasons
But they're ain't no need
You can blame it on me
Blame it on me
I was the one
I had no right,
To turn it all wrong
I'll go on home
And you can feel free,
To blame it on me
It was late that evening, and Dr. Brown and Delia had already went to bed, leaving Ephram alone in the living room. He flipped on the TV, which had been left turned to the local news channel. They were playing a story, on some plane crash. He leaned forward, so he could hear it better. A news anchor said something about a plane crashing right after take off at the Denver airport.
"Flight 218, on it's way to Paris, crashed 4 minutes after take off. The cause is still unknown, but foul play is not suspected," the anchor explained. Ephram felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He frantically looked for the slip of paper he had wrote Joe's flight number on. Finally, he found it on the kitchen table mixed up in some newspapers. Sure enough, the paper read "flight 218".
A/N: Okay guys, I'm really sorry to end it there. Its sad.I know it was hard for me to end it like this, it really was. But remember, there's still one more chapter to read! So before you get the final chapter of Southern Rose, you HAVE to review! I'm not updating unless I get 13 reviews! I mean it too, LOL. Alright, so just click on the little review button, and do that thang you do! Thank you!
Your loving writer
Stephanie
****
"Ditey, get up!" Joe said, trying to get her sister to wake up. She just groaned and rolled over. "Ditey, you still haven't packed, and we're leaving tonight, so get your ass out of bed!" Joe grabbed Ditey's suit case out of the closet and placed it next to bed.
"I'm not feeling well Joe," Ditey moaned, still laying in her bed with her eyes closed.
"Bull crap Ditey, get up already," Joe said, grabbing some clothes to get dressed.
"Seriously, I really don't," Ditey replied, "I think I have an ear infection. It hurts really bad." Joe frowned and walked over to her sister. She put her hand on Ditey's forehead, and sure enough it was feverish.
"You are pretty warm," Joe said disappointed, "But you have to go tonight, I can't go to Paris alone."
"You'll have too, I need to see a doctor or something," Ditey responded.
"Ok, you can probably trade in your ticket and go after the infection clears up," Joe proposed, "But in the meantime, I'll go make you some soup."
****
Ephram had spent the whole day sulking around the house. The events of the evening before had really got to him. And the idea of spending a whole summer around Amy, who obviously had some unresolved feelings for him, was really bothering him. He wanted- no - he needed to talk to Joe. Because the thought of her being angry with him all summer, bothered him the most. He grabbed his coat, and made his way over to her house, without any second thoughts.
****
Ditey plopped down on the couch, Kleenex, and medicine in hand. Suddenly the door bell rang, which she expected Joe to get.
"Ditey, can you get that? I'm busy," Joe yelled from the back of the house.
"Yeah," Ditey shouted back, groaning the whole way to the door.
"What?" She asked, pulling the door open. It was Ephram, exactly who she expected.
"Is Joe home?" Ephram asked, raising an eyebrow at Ditey, who was clad only in her snowflake pajamas. Which was quite odd, since it was the middle of the day, in June.
"Sorry, but I have a feeling your not her favorite person right now," Ditey said leaning against the door.
"I know. That's what I came to talk to her about," Ephram nodded.
"Ephram, I'm sorry you had to waste your time, but she really doesn't want to see you," Ditey replied, "As much as I want you two to end up together, you really messed up."
"Ditey, who's th-" Joe was suddenly cut off by what she saw at the door, "What are you doing here?"
"I'll uh, leave you two alone," Ditey announced, biting her lip.
"I came to talk to you...about yesterday," Ephram said cautiously.
"Yeah, I figured that," Joe nodded.
"I know what it looked like, but Amy kissed me. I don't have any feelings for her at all," Ephram responded.
"I know," Joe said without taking her eyes off the floor, "Amy called me last night. She told me everything."
"Then you know that I want you, not her, right?," Ephram asked.
"Ephram, I love you, but this isn't going to work. A relationship can't survive without trust," Joe answered, "I'm sorry."
"What do you mean? That whole engagement thing is in the past. I don't care about that anymore. I love you, Joe, and I don't think I can go on any longer without you," Ephram said honestly.
"Don't make this any harder on me, Ephram. I don't want it to be this way, but maybe we're just not right for each other, " Joe replied, blinking the tears away, "I don't think I could stand having my heart broken again."
"But-" Ephram began, but was stopped by Joe.
"Don't," Joe finally looked him in the eye, "Goodbye Ephram." Joe shut the door, and wiped the tears away from her face. She slumped against the wall, feeling as if her heart had just broke into a million pieces. A sob escaped her lips, and she knew she has just made the biggest mistake of her life.
****
Your standing there
That look in your eye
Your looking for good ways,
To tell me goodbye
Somethin 'bout people
How they never know
They're loving somebody
And lettin' them go
Your looking for reasons
But they're ain't no need
You can blame it on me
Blame it on me
I was the one
I had no right,
To turn it all wrong
I'll go on home
And you can feel free,
To blame it on me
It was late that evening, and Dr. Brown and Delia had already went to bed, leaving Ephram alone in the living room. He flipped on the TV, which had been left turned to the local news channel. They were playing a story, on some plane crash. He leaned forward, so he could hear it better. A news anchor said something about a plane crashing right after take off at the Denver airport.
"Flight 218, on it's way to Paris, crashed 4 minutes after take off. The cause is still unknown, but foul play is not suspected," the anchor explained. Ephram felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He frantically looked for the slip of paper he had wrote Joe's flight number on. Finally, he found it on the kitchen table mixed up in some newspapers. Sure enough, the paper read "flight 218".
A/N: Okay guys, I'm really sorry to end it there. Its sad.I know it was hard for me to end it like this, it really was. But remember, there's still one more chapter to read! So before you get the final chapter of Southern Rose, you HAVE to review! I'm not updating unless I get 13 reviews! I mean it too, LOL. Alright, so just click on the little review button, and do that thang you do! Thank you!
Your loving writer
Stephanie